*January*

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

These excerpts are from “The Poetry of Robert Frost ”,
Edited by Edward Connery Lathem and published by Holt, Rinehart and Winston of Canada, Limited.(1866).
For more information about Robert Frost, see: http://www.robertfrost.org/body.html